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Moving Forward

Yesterday I received an email with my student placement. When I opened my email and saw, “Student Placement,” my heart began to pound. Then as quick as quick I opened it up to find out where my final weeks of school would be.

I was very excited to learn that I was going to be in a sixth grade classroom. I have to admit I love those sixth graders.

I received the email (have to love my Iphone) while at Lowes with the hubby. Usually, while I am at Lowes my expression is one of extreme boredom and can we go yet!

However, after reading the email I was dancing in the middle of the store. I could hardly contain my excitement.

Then suddenly I was scared to death. A whole classroom of sixth graders not the eight I’m use to. A whole entire classroom of sixth graders!

Common core… oh no sixth grade math changed this year they are doing the common core math… Oh and ancient Greek… do I know anything about ancient Romans and Greece?

My brain began to race thinking about all the things I may not know.

Then like a train out of nowhere it hit me. I have to quit my job. I have to leave all my kiddies behind. Yes, in theory I knew I had to quit but now it was official.


January 9th I will be in a classroom full time.

In a matter of moments I went from bored, to nervous, to excited, to happy, to scared, to sad, and then right back to happy.

Because in a few short months I’m going to be a for real teacher!



Watch out sixth graders Mrs. H is ready to go!
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trpbeck said…
So excited for you!... and for those kids! They are lucky to have you! I used to be soooo afraid of them big ol' 6th graders, but now I adore them! Enjoy it!
December 14, 2011 at 7:32 AM
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